User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150429212034/@comment-2246928-20150603160506

OOC: Unused to such compliments, the weasel blushed deeply, waving them away. "Aw, charmink beast like yew shunt have to be rowink anyvay. Here, let me get doze manacles off, I'll show yew to de kitchens... Yew must be so 'ungry 'n' tired."

BIC: The weasel blinked, taken aback slightly. Recollecting herself, she straightened up and grinned, skin reddened slightly beneath her fur. "Regardless of me pers'nel beauty, yew shudd not 'ave stopp'd rowink, cleversqvirrel..." Uncoiling her whip, she chuckled mercilessly. "Heh. Maybe I'll vhip yew jest a little less for dat. Vinnu, cut dis vun's rations fer a day."